Oden (Traditional)                                
                                                  
In the land of Oden, there stands a mountain,     
Ten thousand miles in the air.  And to this       
mountain, there is a width of Ten thousand miles  
square.                                           
                                                  
A little bird came winging, Once in every         
million years, To sharpen his beak on that        
mountain , And quickly disappear.                 
                                                  
And when this mountain is all worn away, This to  
eternity will be one single day.  In the          
land of Oden, there stands a mountain, Ten        
thousand miles in the air.